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My name is Onuwa, I am in my thirties, and like the dream of every young woman to marry her prince charming, my joy knew no bound when Greg had asked me to marry him. Greg was a romantic prince charming, meeting him was a dream come true, he was all i ever wanted in a man, from his height to the way he looks at me, to the way he talks and to caring for my every need, many a time i did not have to make a request as it appears my prince charming had the ability to read my mind as he always came up with solutions on whatever seems to be matters arising for me. He was groomed to a Mr perfect, he was intelligent and overall comfortable and most importantly God fearing, and he had proven in so many ways that he was in love with me. So when he asked me to marry him that fateful day, these qualities he possessed was staring right at me that i automatically lost a grip of myself and did not know when i shouted yes yes yes. This was not my usual self, normally i would have probably start sobbing and just say a yes, but not this day, as i went yes yes all d way and my yes had drew the attention of other guest and your guess will be as good as mine now. Then came the showstopper, the engagement bound, gush, it was a killer especially when the lights reflected on it from where we sat and gave a more romantic scene to all that was happening, i was virtually melting wishing for that moment not to end as i was suddenly in paradise.

Large dick wedding stories

She had long, curly blond hair that almost touched her 34c tits. Quite frankly, when she and I were together, it looked like a complete mismatch. We started off as high school sweethearts, but a time progressed, she and I turned into roommates more than a couple. Her interests changed, and she seemed to get hotter while I remained puny and meek — a total contrast of a guy in our social circle named James.
I was already feeling uncomfortable with the traditional pressures of a wedding ceremony and reception and frustrated with the subtle gender roles forced on me. I felt like I had to be the one to decide wedding colors, plating choices, table dimensions, invitation fonts, and so many more details. It quickly became clear to me that in the eyes of society and the wedding planning industry , the bride is the dreamer and decider of all aesthetics and the groom isn't expected to be capable of making such decisions. Instead, he gets a slap on the back and glass of whiskey while the bride frantically creates Excel spreadsheets and Pinterest boards.